What is this 'Dimensional Chat' ?

Chapter 121. The Pink Menace

After finishing breakfast and receiving nods of approval from the rest of his wives, Satria stepped out with Great Red beside him.

They walked side by side down the cobbled avenue of Neo-Nusato-his pace calm and deliberate, hers graceful and unshakably poised. She wore a flowing kebaya, the intricate fabric catching the morning light like the scales of a dragon in human form. He, in contrast, wore a tailored military-style suit-decorated with medals, yet effortlessly refined-topped with a traditional black peci. A lit cigarette danced casually between his fingers, completing the image of a monarch both modern and mythic.

Though not a word was shouted, citizens slowly gathered along the sidewalk. No one had called for a parade, yet here one formed-drawn by the gravity of their Emperor's presence. Children clutched handmade flags. Elderly men bowed with misty eyes. Mothers whispered reverently to their children.

He did not strut.

He walked with the solemn pride of a man who had faced the void, wrestled nations into shape, and rose not by birthright, but through fire, conviction, and vision.

From a nearby corner, a squad of soldiers stood at attention. One younger soldier, clearly awestruck, stepped forward.

"Y-Your Majesty! Do you... require an escort? We can accompany you, sir."

Satria chuckled, waving the cigarette hand lightly.

"Terima kasih, bung. But no-today, I walk with my people. If I ever need protection among them... then I've already failed them as their leader."

The soldiers stood still, awed into silence, their salute crisp but eyes soft with admiration as he passed.

Every few steps, Satria nodded to a shopkeeper, waved at a child, or exchanged pleasantries with the elderly. His charisma gleamed as much as the polished buttons on his uniform.

Beside him, Great Red leaned in close, her tone soft enough for only his ears.

"Hmm~" she hummed teasingly, brushing a finger against the edge of his collar. "When you wear this uniform, you look so... dashing. So powerful. It makes me fall in love with you all over again."

Satria's lips curled into a sly grin. He glanced sideways, eyes dancing.

"Ah... if this outfit had that effect on you, I definitely'll worn it on our wedding day."

"Fufufu~" she laughed-a low, musical sound like wind through silk curtains. Her tail swayed subtly behind her in contentment. "Careful, my Emperor~ Keep teasing me like this, and I might not let you leave the house next time. You'll be mine all day."

Satria took a slow drag from his cigarette, exhaled toward the sky, and murmured with amusement.

"If I disappear, the people might riot. They'd never forgive their Emperor for skipping state duty just to cuddle a dragon." Then, leaning closer, he whispered, "Though, I'll admit-it's incredibly tempting. Let's save the fun for our special night... Deal?"

She smiled and gave his arm a playful squeeze.

"Deal~ But..." Her smile faded slightly as her gaze drifted toward the far horizon. "Are you sure about leaving Rimuru-chan to deal with that presence outside the wall? I can feel it even from here... It's strong."

Satria didn't flinch. He simply exhaled a stream of smoke and tilted his head back, letting the wind carry it away.

"I trust her, Red. Rimuru's not the same slime she used to be. She's grown... and this is my way of helping her keep growing. She'll be fine."

And just then, a flicker of blue light shimmered into being before Satria. A holographic screen hovered mid-air, displaying real-time feeds and messages-the dimensional chat window.